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Jacob’s Point Of View
I gazed out of our bedroom window, grinning from ear to ear. Kate rolled over in our bed, stretching and moaning deliciously as her ligaments and muscles unfurled achingly from a long run yesterday.
As she lay in our bed, stretching like a cat, I studied my wife, enjoying her early morning softness and the gentle complexion of a beautiful woman wearing no makeup.
Kate grinned, yawned, and waved cutely at me.
“Stop staring at me, Jacob.”
“I enjoy soaking you in.”
“Oh, go on then.”
“It’s snowed, Kate.”
“Oh my god, let me see.”
Alicia burst through our bedroom door, screaming excitedly, almost as Kate’s feet hit the floor when she rolled out of our bed. My wife was as excited as our ten-year-old daughter because it was the first proper snowfall at Granger Hall.
When Kate and I strolled around the gardens a few times to digest dinner the previous evening, I had predicted our estate would become a white blanket by morning.
Kate spun around from the window with childish glee, punching the air with a triumphant fist.
“You were right, Jacob.”
“I told you so.”
“Did you call the weather service, honey?”
“Yes.
“Never mind. You are still my mountain man, and I feel sure you had an inkling that it would snow anyway.”